from my very early childhood: Roberto Bettega. I was so much in love with him as a player, I used to tell other kids at kindergarden I was his son and when my real dad picked me up on mondays (only day is shop was shut) I told them he was my driver.
Later on Gaetano Scirea, I played libero and he was my inspiration, I would watch Juve games focusing on all his moves trying to learn the trade.
After that Michel Platini came on the scene and at the age of 16 I bought a season ticket spending all of my life savings and would travel to Turin to the games with my parents thinking I was out dancing in some disco with my mates.
Of the newer generations, Vialli and Del Piero. And I will miss Pogba. I am sure I will.